The smell of smoke is potent and it draws me out of my sleep, I pull myself out of bed, every time, fearing the house is burning down, but can never find where the fire is. The doorbell rings and startles me out of my sleep or my thoughts, in that moment I freeze, never brave enough to go see who might be there. I’m numb, and my body is stiff, I cannot move but my mind races a million miles a minute and my heart pounds out of my chest. Sometimes, I’ll wait hours before regaining a sense of peace that there is no one standing on the other side, waiting for me to answer.

I screamed and cried out in my sleep the other night “STOP!” “I don’t like doing this…” “no, no, NO!” and “Can we please just go home..?” I try to wake up and speak again as he pulls on my arm but I fight and push and pull away. I’m silenced and scared and no words can come out. They violently try to push and punch their way to freedom but they are too tangled in the web of excruciating fear. My body panics and my mind shouts and screams yet no words or sounds ever escape.

When I drive out of my neighborhood, there are two ways I can go. One way leads me to drive past the restaurant where he began his last affair. The other direction leads me down a path he walked with her hand in hand one night while I was waiting for him in our bed. I automatically dart my eyes but my body knows the hurt is still there. I’m trapped in the middle. I can never get away. I cry. I sigh. I wonder. I get sick. I push it all away. I’ll never be good enough anyway.

I can hear the whimpers and crying in pain. I feel the shards of glass all over my body, in my clothes and hair, and the cold dampness from my pants on my skin. I see his bloody, contorted face and his twisted, mangled body when I close my eyes. I hear my Dad’s laugh and my sister’s voice of casual indifference. When hot tears roll down my cheeks they look at me and roll their eyes…telling me I’m overdramatic once again. I feel shame and fear and guilt because it was me that wanted to go there in the first place.

The taste and smell of alcohol transports me to a weird emotional world of anger, frustration, and disgust. The smell of cigarette smoke makes me want to throw up. The shrill, shrieking sound of a referee’s whistle blowing sends chills up my spine and I can feel his hand on my head, through my hair, around my neck, and his thumb touching my cheek. My face gets warm, my legs tense up, my mouth feels dry.

When I drift off to sleep I startle and panic when I feel his touch. I wait in frozen silence as I wonder what is coming next. This time it’s only a gentle kiss goodnight. But sometimes, that’s where it all begins. It’s the beginnings and middles and sometimes the ends that trail around behind me, following me, shaming me, guilting me, scaring me…floating in and out of my consciousness unsuspectingly, tormenting and haunting me…like tiny little ghosts.

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19 thoughts on “Tiny Little Ghosts…

  1. Ghosts of the past rise up to me also, but not like at the beginning of my journey with pain and depression. Now, I know what they are. I can name them. I can order them away in Jesus’ name and call upon the Lord. I quote Scripture and they leave.

    All this self-care I do for myself, I learned through therapy and Joyce Meyer. You can beat the ghosts back in God’s strength. He will lift you up out of the mire – that’s what the Bible says and that’s what he did for me. May God’s mighty hand be upon you each day.

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  2. Nightmares are horrible. They drain you and ruin the potential of a better day.
    What helps for me is to try to clear my mind off bad thoughts before my sleep routine. Whatever negative comes to mind, I rephrase. It might work for you.

    Indeed beautifully written but also very haunting.

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  3. I had a nightmare about a week ago where I screamed out and I woke up. My husband hadn’t left for work yet and came running into the bedroom to see if I was okay. I too have often screamed during nightmares without any sound coming out. My husband wondered if the fact that a sound came out this time was a good thing. These can feel very real.

    What I wanted to share with you is that my therapist told me that whenever you experience a nightmare, trigger, or panic attack, it is important then to do something soothing to counteract this experience. Something to balance out the trauma being inflicted onto our bodies. And this could be a number of things. It is just important in order to give our bodies a sense of balance. Otherwise we are constantly absorbing all of this trauma without a sense of reprieve for our mind and body.

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